at night

I sometimes stare at the photo of my holding her. I am always so surprised by her beauty. Her perfect heart-shaped face, her nose that looks exactly like mine. I just can’t believe how truly beautiful she was. How unique. I could stare for hours. Yes, she was real. She was going to be a beautiful, special, precious little girl. A woman. She was going to be the joy of my life.

Another night asleep with her blanket, and a pile of tissues growing around my pillow. How I want her back, and miss her… it’s just something I can barely put into words no matter how often I try.

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Categories: baby loss

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